half-resurrection

Updated: July 10, 2026

A shot or two heard somewhere in that obscurity counted as nothing with the long fusillade that had swept it in the daytime; the passing of a single life, more or less, amounted to little in the long roll-call of the day's slaughter. But with the first beams of the morning sun and the slowly moving "relief detail" from the camp came a weird half-resurrection of that ghastly field.

Bret Harte - Clarence